Mains

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky

Yeah, greaze, uh

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty

Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney

Had Bobby, man, I had Britney

Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts

Boy, I need a different account

I cannot sit in the house

All my **** tryna eat, I need to figure it out

Just tell me the floor, show me the door

My **** kickin' 'em down

Flicky in the whip, they wish I was slit

But I cannot give 'em the clout

Got my dream girl in my real life

In the dunya, but I'm livin' nice

Bought a chain, didn't see the price

Diamonds on me, that Vanilla Ice

Who said that I'm civilized?

I'm a villain, you can see it in my eyes

Spin the wheel, tryna win the prize

Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys

Man, I been the guy

I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again

When I step in the bando, things in the work

'Cause act like Vladimir Putin just came

**** takin' the wave, just let 'em have fun with it

Tell 'em to run with it

I got some coke at my sister's

I got a gun at my brother's crib

And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the mains

Got little .32 concealed sealed in boxers, call that fire on the mains

I was on tour with the hitters on the deck, had fire on the stage

Yeah, bro's so tapped, if he sees a opp, little sister, he'll probably fire off the stage

What do you reckon how I survive?

Impeccable teckers, no point rockin' a vest when you steppin'

Lookin' above how **** be wettin'

Cheffing, kweffin', shootin', bootin'

London's mad, end of discussion

Fuck all the talk, my ****, do something

You're not the G.O.A.T., ****, you mutton

I was eighteen in hella jewels

Now I'm twenty-eight and hella jewels

I'll be thirty-eight in hella jewels

You been hatin' on me, who the hell are you?

Chip in the dance, two-step bussin'

If I got my Cuban on, I won't tuck it

Look in my corner, you just see artists

Ain't got a clue that the man there will rush 'em

Hands-on man, no hands on grams

But I still got my hands on grands

Gyal in my bed straight after the booth

Damn right, got hands-on plans

Scales in my rucksack, car got a way mad ting when it lands

Two in the queue, no intent to supply

I get high, it's a percy pie

Had to bust my hood, yeah, I was outside in the rain

Anyone can dead, push me to the edge

I'm grippin' the pole like I'm ridin' a train

**** ain't shootin', **** just gassin' it, I put a rack on it

All my **** are savages, bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages

See your girl on the ends, now she wanna be friends

I look in her eyes and see she want a friend-with-benefits

No, we ain't gotta pretend

Ex-man talkin' 'bout beef, man catch him eatin' chicken and fries

Yeah, you might see my **** in the video, but they coming in disguise

Hop out, a **** surprise

Sold out Ally Pally twice

VVS and all the ice

The boogers mesmerize, memorise

Treating the Range like a sports car

And I ain't never seen another **** do it big

Saw what I spend on my daughter

Now she screamin' "Goals" and she wanna hide my kids

Let the fiend try that thought, she said Jesus, Nazareth

Mami hit me on WhatsApp, jakes are lookin' for me where my nanny lives

Last night I was baggin' up crack in the dark on my silver platter

If a **** try to rob man gold, that's bronze tips in the silver wap

And I just put coke in the stove, gotta turn it down, gotta turn on the tap

I got a **** on the way, but the crack ain't dried yet

He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan

He want a four and a half, I just turn on the fan

Tell the opps that we got larger waps

Cum in her pussy, a lava lamp

Growin' up now, gotta move different

I only cheat if it's two women

Baby girl told me she wanna be wifey

I asked her, "What do you do different?"

Good girl said she want a man like me

She want a man like me cah I never been nicked

I was in eighteen tryna buy me a coupe

You wanna talk on my name but you've never been lit

Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky

Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty

Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney

Had Bobby, man, I had Britney

Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts

Boy, I need a different account

I cannot sit in the house

All my **** tryna eat, I need to figure it out

Just tell me the floor, show me the door

My **** kickin' 'em down

Flicky in the whip, they wish I was slit

But I cannot give 'em the clout